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I was in a maze or underground complex, full of German soldiers from WWII. I was walking or running from one end to the other aimlessly, or on errands that I no longer remember. I noticed that there were classrooms full of sitting children, but no teachers. Suddenly I remembered my mission: to weigh a dollar bill. Luckily I had one in my pocket, and I remembered I had previously seen a balance in a very small room (more like a closet) somewhere in the complex. Fabiola was with me. After a while we found the room; the soldiers didn’t do anything; they never saw us. The balance was digital, with 0.01 g precision, but it had to be taken outside for it to work. After another while we found an exit. There was a snow and wind outside; to make sure the bill didn’t fly away I weighted it with a bunch of snow. The net weight was 0.28 g.